The things we do!

'Confound it, Sir Barnes,' says I, 'I recollect this
boy, when he was a youngster throwing a glass of wine in your face! We'll
put it upon that, and say it's an old feud between you.' He turned quite
pale, and he said your fellow had apologised for the glass of wine."
"Yes," said the Colonel, sadly, "my boy apologised for the glass of wine.
It is curious how we have disliked that Barnes ever since we set eyes on
him."
"Well, Newcome," Sir George resumed, as his mettled charger suddenly
jumped and curvetted, displaying the padded warrior's cavalry-seat to
perfection. "Quiet, old lady!--easy, my dear! Well, when I found the
little beggar turning tail in this way I said to him, 'Dash me, sir, if
you don't want me, why the dash do you send for me, dash me? Yesterday
you talked as if you would bite the Colonel's head off, and to-day, when
his son offers you every accommodation, by dash, sir, you're afraid to
meet him. It's my belief you had better send for a policeman. A 22 is
your man, Sir Barnes Newcome.


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